the woods farther along the beach, towards the cottage. Itâs followed by another, and the sound of thrashing foliage.
âYou got yourself a moose,â says Droopy.
âI can tell a goddamn moose from a rabbit or a dog,â says Diamond Head.
âSounds like a moose. Or a deer.â
Thereâs more thrashing of foliage. Droopy and Diamond Head move towards it. Harper eases himself forwards and cautiously raises his head. The guards have moved away and are peering into the woods.
Diamond Head raises his gun, then lowers it and says, âItâs getting too dark to see.â
The sound stops.
âBest get back to the cottage anyway,â says Droopy.
Isora whispers, âTime to go.â
She turns and squirms back to the camp, still holding and muzzling George. Harper follows. With a glance behind, they stand. Isora releases George and they set off jogging on the deer trail.
10
Drumgold says, âWhat did you find?â
âNothing,â says Harper.
âWhat dâyou mean...nothing?â
âTheyâve gone. Someoneâs taken them down.â
The boys are at Alâs, waiting for Isora, who is working at the daycare. Harper has been surreptitiously checking the petitions theyâve put up around town, while Drumgold was at the town office helping his mother, who works for the Happy Helpers Janitorial Agency. The friends have decided to displaythe petitions for a week before announcing the march.
âDid you check them all?â says Drumgold.
Harper counts them off on his fingers. âPost office â gone. Convenience store â gone. Drugstore â gone. Legion â gone. Baptist church and Anglican church â gone. The only one left is the one we put up here.â
Harper nods towards the petition theyâd taped on the wall at Alâs a week ago, between a notice advertising a supper at the Presbyterian church and a darts meet at the legion. The only signatures on it are those of Al and Ed. Al said she signed not because she was opposed to the LNG plant, but because she was friends with the organizers of the petition.
âThat sucks,â Drumgold complains.
âWhat sucks?â asks Al, emerging from the kitchen and leaning on the counter.
âSomeoneâs taken all our petitions down,â says Harper.
âWhat did you expect?â says Al. âPeople are nervous about any kind of protest or challenge to authority. Itâs the age we live in. I call it the Age of Fear.â
âBut thereâs no need for people to be nervous here,â says Harper. âI mean...this is Back River, not Toronto or New York.â
âPeople are getting mighty nervous in Saint-Leonard right now, and thatâs pretty close to home,â says Al. She adds, âAnd with good reason.â
âWhatâs going on in Saint-Leonard?â says Drumgold.
âIt was on the news just now,â Al explains. âSome maniac hijacked a truck, drove it into the front of the Eastern Oil building, jumped out, and disappeared. The truckâs still there while the police wait for the bomb disposal experts, because theyâre afraid itâs full of explosives that didnât go off. The whole downtown is blocked off, and traffic is backed up right through the city.â
âThatâs exactly where we were the other day,â says Harper. âThe truck would have ploughed right through us. Why would someone do that?â
âBecause of the LNG plant, dummy,â says Drumgold. âPeople are pretty steamed up about it. You saw that at the meeting.â
âPeople are steamed up on both sides,â Al puts in. âThereâs plenty of folks want to see it happen. And Iâm one of them. Itâd be good for the town, because itâd bring in a few jobs. It might even keep me out of the poorhouse for another year or two.â
âYeah, but...hijacking a truck and driving it into a
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